Baby it’s bitterly cold outsidenSo come warm yourself by my firenYou may be misunderstoodnBut that’s something I’ve come to admirennIn spine-chilling cathedrals of frostnThrough the blood-stained glass panenThey could see you shiver and shakenBut cast you out all the samennI’ve got such sympathy for the monsternThe wretched daemon seed inside of younI’ve got such sympathy for the monsternFor they turned and turned me into a monster too